Wilderness Interface Zone

Like urban tumbleweed the
plastic grocery bag blew across the empty
overcast park, green with the whispers of
storm;
we watched it approach, you
nestled into me, silent, from across the
grassy expanse and pavement, with the same
nervous smiling, quiet intrusion any other
stranger might have greeted us–
tipped its rustling head and averted its eyes,
leaving us to our leaves
and our close, closed eyelids.

Before dusk
the city silence
can only be cherished for its fleetingness–
we speak reverently, hushed, as though
any great noise might break this moment
like a cloud breaking through the
taught fragility which we breathe like sighs,
and rain with beautiful
expectedness.
With the first damp nose speck,
with drizzling inevitability
I find out your texture,
find myself entangled and enmeshed as
roots breaking through the surface;
And in this instant each chip and fragment
returns and
reassembles a
wholer man, a stronger man,
I feel I could hold you always under this
umbrellatree,
caressing each hour as a living thing,
a stray,
could smile and,
handsclasped,
defy these lovely clouds with our
tearlessness,
our inviting orphaned togetherness.

Trees and wind offer an alto prayer for my
ineloquent lips.
Distantly
I can see only shapes of mountains through the
dirty unshowered haze,
but near me I can see you
and you are beautiful.

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For an earlier contest entry by Davey Morrison and his bio, go here.

*Contest entry*